I had a dream

of the ending world

trees with fire

and flowing roads..

falling stars

and broken dreams

cause I didn't know our gods were different

different for you , different for me

different places , different sacred books

all we read , none taught hate

yet we do , watching people sigh

supreme being made us one

foolish folks divided the creator.

did people ruling the world

forget that there is an end

no you's , no ME's are going to stay

we will become they when we leave the play

the play of world we are acting in

holding our characters , but really missing mine

this just makes me wonder,

are we just wallowing all along?

or just write down made up stories

to tell , the truths we wish we could say out loud ..

tomorrow if I die

remember me and my lies

and don't wonder how , I have books filled with thoughts , read them aloud

so that you understand why

don't know if I meet a beauty or a beast

cause far I stare are some villains and their stories

well, no rich can deny , no poor can explain

loosing someone is just no game....

my gyration on this stage of play might

replete sometime

I can just fore warn you , all the arduous things in your way most time

I was once there too just by your side

you will look again , at that empty seat which was once mine !!

thank you